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Korriban, 1325 local time
He was a fearsome sight on the horse, armored up though lacking a helmet. His lightsaber was in full sight on his belt, as well as another that he had only recently built, hidden out of sight. Also hidden were his grenades and blasters; Purebloods did not believe in such weapons, and strolling into their village with them strapped to himself would be enough to start a witch hunt.
It neighed as its hooves pounded the sand, but they were born on Korriban and used to it. Parox held the reins absent-mindedly, his eyes set on the horizon ahead. A large, cream and red colored mountain loomed in front of them, with a single passage carved into it, two statues resembling the heads of snakes also built into the "gate". Within lay a village, protected by the mountain and built with classic Pureblood architecture. This part of the land had remained untouched by the Sith Empire—the locals knew about them, but did not care much for the faction. Their only allegiance was to themselves.
They were here to capture the shaman and interrogate him. It was a bit harsh, but Parox knew Purebloods were harsh creatures—the man would live. If he cooperated, of course.
The skies were split by a screeching roar, and Parox looked up behind him as Elaerys flew up toward the village. Transporting the dragon from planet to planet had been...an interesting task, but he'd managed, and it had paid off. Purebloods seemed to fear dragons more than anything, and Parox couldn't blame them. She should prove to be a good incentive for the shaman to cooperate.
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